about

hiya, i’m maggie.

i don’t know how the universe put this page in your path, but i’m glad it did. if you connect through story, here’s a sliver of mine. and if you see yourself in any of this i’m sorry, and i’m glad you’re here.

when i first started reclaiming my creative and spiritual practices, i was full of shame.

shame that i couldn’t memorize all the tarot card meanings.
shame that elaborate spells — with their sustainably sourced herbs and twenty-dollar candles — left me overwhelmed.
shame that i couldn’t finish the artist’s way, convinced that if i did, my life would finally fall into place.

some days, that looks like pulling oracle cards and doing absolutely nothing with them except looking at the pictures. other days, it’s lying under a tree with my legs in the air, “meditating” with my eyes open. or using wooden spoons as drumsticks while i make breakfast.

and here’s the wild part: the less i tried to follow someone else’s rituals, and the more i trusted what felt right, the fuller, richer, and more alive my practice and my life became.

these days, i make art, write zines, share reflections, and host occasional gatherings rooted in this approach.

i live in coastal massachusetts, which shows up in the work whether i mean it to or not.

here is your permission slip as you encounter my work:

take what exists. apply your beautifully chaotic, brilliant, “too much” brain to it. see what resonates. leave the rest behind. you are the ritual.

i wanted rituals that deepened my intuition, strengthened my creativity, and helped me feel connected to myself. instead, i used them to tear myself down. i told myself: try harder. be more disciplined. be more consistent. all i found was another set of rules and boxes that didn’t fit.

eventually, i burned out chasing ritual and resonance. then something clicked.

i’ve never been afraid to remix the rules when they didn’t serve me. i did it in the classroom when i was a teacher. i did it when i came out as queer. i’ve done it in a thousand small ways throughout my life. so why was i following someone else’s rules for spirituality and self-care?

i didn’t need to buy the ritual. i needed to be the ritual.

everything changed when i gave myself permission to take what resonated, leave the rest, and adapt it.

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